Three Swords to Kill
As the two clashed, Hun Xuzi blocked Flying Rainbow Sword with one slash and aimed his other slash straight at Ye Gucheng's head. However, his illusory scythe ultimately failed to block Ye Gucheng's sword, and his own aura of heaven and earth was shattered in a single blow under the dazzling sword light.
The illusory scythe, imbued with the power of heaven and earth and resembling the scythe of death, was shredded like paper under Ye Gucheng's ultimate sword intent; the true qi blade seemed to be able to break through at will.
Ye Gucheng's sword light grazed Hun Xuzi's left shoulder in a single stroke, instantly contorting Hun Xuzi's face and eliciting a cry of pain.
"Ah!"
Hun Xuzi's aura suddenly erupted, continuously emanating evil black mist that rapidly spread outwards, attempting to cover the area.
Having merely brushed past it, and based on his first impression of the black mist, Ye Gucheng no longer hesitated to strike again.
He passed behind Hun Xuzi, retreated to a distance of ten zhang, and then Ye Gucheng swung his sword down with a backhand strike, cleaving through the pervasive black mist and letting it pass by his sides.
"Ah! Ah!"
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"
The outburst erupted as Hun Xuzi, enveloped in the black mist, stared wide-eyed. He lowered his voice and let out a series of almost growling screams as he looked at the sword wound on his left shoulder, which had nearly severed his entire left arm.
There are still some tendons and remnants of flesh connecting the arm, which only keeps it from falling off; it's like a lotus root still attached after being severed.
He tried to use the surrounding resentful black mist and true energy to repair his wound and reattach his left arm, but the black mist was annihilated and dissipated by the sword intent bursting from the wound before it could even get close to the wound on his left shoulder, making it completely impossible to heal.
This was what truly caused Hun Xuzi to scream in agony: the sword intent and sword energy that Ye Gucheng had left within his body were tearing his body apart from the inside, almost like a thousand cuts.
The battle was unpredictable, and he had no chance to heal his injuries. He didn't have the time, and the white-clad swordsman opposite him wouldn't give him that time either.
"The method of locking the soul, refining the soul's resentment, arouses ten thousand souls!"
As Hun Xuzi circulated his cultivation technique, a hint of heartache flashed in his fierce eyes. Countless vengeful spirits struggled in the black mist, with only black ghost faces and crimson ghost eyes constantly appearing.
Within the black mist, countless tiny red dots lit up, truly resembling eyes, as if countless people were simultaneously watching Ye Gucheng.
"Unorthodox and heretical practices, relying on the lives of others, are like a tree without roots—nothing special!"
Looking at the countless ghostly faces emerging from the black mist, Ye Gucheng remained calm and composed, even showing some disdain in his eyes as he looked at the countless ghosts.
He has never truly drawn his sword since he arrived here. Three strikes and this man will surely die. This Hun Xuzi's strength is even inferior to that of Wang Siping.
Judging by their character and the black mist of resentment and the ghostly faces of the dead, they are clearly inferior. At least Wang Siping has a sincere heart for the sword and a deep affection for it, which is why Ye Gucheng is willing to give him a chance.
This Hun Xuzi, who refines the souls of countless living beings to enhance his own strength, is a heretical and unorthodox practitioner, utterly worthless, and unworthy of the sword strike from that celestial being descending from Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens.
"Then come and try my mediocre, unorthodox techniques!"
Upon hearing Ye Gucheng dismiss his martial arts skills, which he had practiced for hundreds of years, as nothing special, Hun Xuzi was furious and rebuked him, forming hand seals.
The vengeful spirits and ghosts within the black mist flew out as if they were real, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Ye Gucheng from all directions, howling like ten thousand souls demanding his life, as if the gates of hell had been opened and ten thousand ghosts had emerged.
"The second sword!"
Ye Gucheng remained calm as he slowly raised his Flying Rainbow Sword, pointing it at Hun Xuzi, and slashed straight up into the sky.
The moment the sword was drawn, the burst of energy instantly shattered many of the vengeful spirits at the forefront.
With a single sword strike, countless sword shadows seemed to flicker and intertwine around Ye Gucheng, causing the vengeful spirits to dissipate wherever they passed.
The dazzling sword light unleashed by the sword, sharp and carrying a murderous intent, slashed straight at Hun Xuzi. Wherever it passed, the resentment and black mist dissipated. From a distance, it seemed as if a world-shaking sword light had cleaved through the sky-filling black mist.
Gazing at the sword beam hurtling towards him, Hun Xuzi's forehead veins bulged, his eyes filled with fear. His twin scythes danced, changing in a seemingly rhythmic pattern, as if all the vengeful spirits and ghostly figures had been summoned and were gathering towards him.
The vengeful spirits conjured by Hun Xuzi instantly coalesced into a gigantic humanoid ghost outside Hun Xuzi's body, enveloping him. Countless hideous faces appeared on its ghostly form, filled with evil intent and resentment.
The twin scythes that were originally in Hun Xuzi's hands also grew to enormous size and came into the hands of the ghost body. The whole thing looked like a giant Grim Reaper manifesting, with twin scythes grabbing souls and coming to claim lives.
Hun Xuzi seemed to have completed his transformation in an instant. As the sword light arrived, the enormous ghost emitted a terrifying sound, causing people to involuntarily become engrossed in it, and then they swung their scythes to defend themselves.
"Roar! Ah! Ah!"
The moment the sword light was blocked, the ghostly body that Hun Xuzi had condensed was directly knocked back dozens of feet. The ghostly figure also seemed to shrink considerably, and it let out a series of miserable screams. It was the voice of one person, but it seemed to carry the wails of millions of people, the miserable cries of ten thousand ghosts.
"Come!"
After blocking this attack, Hun Xuzi stared at Ye Gucheng with his huge crimson ghost eyes filled with resentment. With hundreds of years of accumulated strength, how many years would it take for him to collect enough of these countless souls again?
How many years of refinement and torment would it take for him to recreate this resentful ghost realm, comparable to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?
"Soul-Snatching Slash!"
Hun Xuzi simultaneously brandished his scythe, and countless tiny ghost eyes on his ghostly body seemed to be watching the pair of enormous scythes at the same moment.
The scythe seemed like a dream, so elusive that it was hard to see clearly for a moment, yet the deathly gaze, the wailing of a vengeful ghost, and the murderous intent made one's heart tremble with fear.
Resentment stirs the mind and destroys the spirit!
Ye Gucheng snorted coldly, using the wails and resentment of the creatures to stir his mind.
My heart holds a sword, my will is sharp; you've come to the wrong person!
"The third sword!"
Ye Gucheng circulated his true energy and focused his mind on the sword in his hand. The Flying Rainbow Sword shone brightly, and behind him, a towering sword shadow formed from true energy and sword intent appeared.
The sword light was sharp and fierce, yet it was like a mountain peak, untouchable, like a celestial being in flight. Ye Gucheng stared at the charging Hun Xuzi, his killing intent rising in an instant. He raised the Flying Rainbow Sword and slashed down, while the huge, towering sword shadow behind him moved at the same time.
A sword slashed down from above, the sword shadow behind him seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, instantly splitting the enormous vengeful spirit in two, the rampaging sword energy directly shattering the ghostly body formed by the gathering of countless vengeful souls.
The vengeful spirits scattered, as if trying to escape, but under the sword's light, they had nowhere to run and all vanished without a trace. The so-called resentment was completely annihilated under Ye Gucheng's sword intent.
Before the Hun Xuzi within the enormous ghostly body could utter a sound, it was torn apart by sword energy. Amidst the clashing sword lights, only a cloud of blood mist drifted away in the wind.
Hun Xuzi's physical body had truly vanished into nothingness, but Ye Gucheng's gaze remained fixed on the faint resentment that lingered in the air after being annihilated by the sword intent. Ye Gucheng smiled contemptuously.
"Not bad! I underestimated you. Those hundreds of years of training on the path of vengeful spirits haven't been in vain!"
Ye Gucheng glanced at a certain spot, his eyes seemingly gathering sword intent. An invisible sword shadow shot towards a point in the air, directly dispersing a wisp of resentment.
"Ah!"
A faint scream rang out, seemingly filled with regret and resentment, but ultimately it fell to the dust and vanished into nothingness.
After completely eliminating Hun Xuzi, Ye Gucheng turned his gaze to another person who was now in a precarious situation.
(Chapter 2 might be a little late. I'll post the chapter first and then revise it. Sorry, brothers, otherwise I won't have enough time today and won't be able to finish. Please understand. But both chapters will definitely be good.)